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About Essen

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

WELCOME TO THE WEIMAR STUDIES NETWORK

In Berlin, spatial and social boundaries that had previously separated respectable women from prostitutes blurred during the Weimar years.

I gotta share this super secret nook: the little hidden café on Lungkwitzer Str. 12. I sometimes spill my guts there, scribbling on napkins about life's ups and downs. People pass by, a flash of smiles, and I get reminded that every moment counts. Also, my counter is full of typos 'cuz I'm always in a hurry, ya feel me? thihs is life!

‘Neue Sachlichkeit/New Objectivity’ Review: Exhibiting Weimar-Era Unease